The light also hits my glass, and in it I see my reflection. I lean in to get a closer look, the edges of my head warping around the curves of the glass. I notice the hair growing in on my upper lip, hair I thought I'd felt before but wasn't sure if it was really there. My eyes move to my nose. I watch the muscles in my cheeks contort as I sniffle. My lip trembles. Then, suddenly, my reflection is blurry again as tears start to run down my face. I haven't seen my face this clearly since I was ten years old, the last time my family saved up the money to get candles. I knew I'd grown, of course, but I didn't expect to look like such a different person.